From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

As the realization hit him, Ty's eyes darted to the side, where Kern was locked in a deadly dance with two opponents. The man with blue glasses and the white-haired woman were flanking him, their attacks synchronized, forcing Kern into a defensive stance. His scimitars flashed in the low light, deflecting blows, but it was clear he was struggling to keep up.

"They want Kern dead," Ty thought, his frustration building. He wanted to help, but the man in front of him wouldn't give him the chance. Each time Ty moved, the bulky man was there, blocking his path, his fists crashing into the ground, forcing Ty to react instead of act.

Kern's voice cut through the chaos, laced with a mix of anger and desperation. "You think two of you can take me? You'll need more than that!"

The white-haired woman teleported behind him, her dagger gleaming as she struck at his back, but Kern was quick, spinning around and catching her blade with his scimitar. "Nice try," he snarled, pushing her back, only for the man with blue glasses to attack from the opposite side. Kern barely had time to turn, raising his second scimitar to block the strike, sparks flying as their blades clashed.

The man with blue glasses smirked. "You're skilled, but we've accounted for that. We've studied your every move. You can't win this."

Kern's expression hardened as he bared his teeth, pushing back with every ounce of strength he had, but the pressure was mounting. Ty could see it—the attacks were perfectly timed, designed to wear him down, to leave him no room to breathe.

Ty ducked another strike from the tribal-marked man, his heart racing as frustration boiled over. The man wasn't even trying to land a fatal blow. He was just stalling, buying time while the others took down Kern.

Rosana, on the opposite side of the battlefield, was engaged in her own brutal fight. The red-haired woman with glowing silver veins was manipulating the ground beneath her, causing spikes of earth to jut up from the ground, forcing Rosana to dodge and weave with every movement.

Rosana's claws glinted in the low light as she deflected a spike aimed for her chest, growling in frustration. "You're not going to trap me!" she hissed, lunging forward, her gauntlet slashing through the air. The sound of metal tearing through the wind echoed as her claws collided with the red-haired woman's earth barrier, shattering it into shards of rock and dust.

The red-haired woman grinned, her silver-glowing veins pulsing as the ground shifted beneath them once again. "You're quick," she admitted, her voice cold. "But you won't break through this." Explore more stories with My Virtual Library Empire

With a swift motion, she raised both hands, causing thick stone tendrils to erupt from the earth, wrapping around Rosana's legs and arms, tightening as they sought to pin her down. Rosana struggled, her claws slashing against the stone tendrils, but each time she tore one apart, another grew in its place.

"You think this'll stop me?" Rosana spat, her rage building. "I'll tear you apart!"

The veins in her arms bulged as she tapped into her rage mode, her strength surging as she broke free of the stone, shattering it like glass. Her gauntlet claws crackled with energy as she lunged again, her mind fighting to keep control.

But the red-haired woman was ready. With a smirk, she slammed her hand into the ground. "Stay down." The earth beneath Rosana exploded into jagged pillars, forcing her to leap back, barely avoiding a fatal impalement. The red-haired woman pressed her advantage, sending more spikes toward her opponent, each one sharper, faster, more vicious.

On the other side of the battlefield, Kern was in trouble.

His scimitars felt like lead in his hands, each swing slow and laborious as the man with blue glasses manipulated the weight of his weapons with ease. "500 pounds," the man said coolly, watching with amusement as Kern struggled to lift his blades. "You really think you can fight like this?"

Kern grunted, sweat dripping down his face as he tried to force his body to move. Every step felt like wading through mud, his scimitars pulling him down like anchors. He swung one blade at the blue-glassed man, but the attack was sluggish, and the man sidestepped easily, letting the blade crash into the ground with a dull thud.

"Pathetic," the man sneered, raising his hand. "Let's see how you fight at 700 pounds."

Kern's eyes widened in shock as the weight of his scimitars nearly doubled. His arms trembled under the strain, his muscles burning as he struggled to keep his balance. Before he could react, the white-haired woman appeared behind him in a flash of light, her dagger gleaming as she drove it toward his exposed back.

"Kern!" Ty's voice rang out, but Kern was too slow to move.

The blade sank into his shoulder, tearing through muscle and flesh. Kern let out a choked gasp, his body locking up as pain shot through him. His scimitars slipped from his hands, clattering to the ground with a heavy thud.

The white-haired woman smiled coldly as she twisted the blade. "You're not so tough without those weapons, are you?"

Kern fell to one knee, blood dripping from his wound, his vision swimming. He tried to push himself up, but his arms wouldn't obey. "Damn it…" he muttered through gritted teeth, his hands trembling as he reached for his fallen blades.

"Get away from him!" Gisorn's voice cut through the chaos, and a gunshot rang out. The white-haired woman teleported just as the bullet whizzed past, reappearing a few feet away with a mocking grin. "You'll have to do better than that."

Gisorn cursed under his breath, reloading his rifle. His calm demeanor was beginning to crack as he realized just how coordinated their enemies were. He fired another shot, but the woman blinked out of existence once again, appearing behind him this time.

"You missed again," she whispered into his ear, her breath cold against his neck. Gisorn spun around, his rifle raised, but she was gone, her laughter echoing around him as she continued to play with him.

Meanwhile, Ty was done holding back.

The man with the tribal markings advanced on him again, fists glowing with raw energy. Every punch he threw sent shockwaves through the air, forcing Ty to dodge and weave, but Ty had had enough.